a more placid and patient resignation. As Lady Trevanian, who had engaged her partly from charity, partly from her extraordinary skill in needlework, considered her one of the fanatics, whom she hated by wholesale, she had no friend or protectress in the family except Helen, who respected her enthusiasm, though she could not deny that her proselyting efforts sometimes evinced more zeal than discretion. Her Ladyship's maid, however, struck by her equanimity under a series of petty persecutions, which might have irritated the most patient of the martyrs, became a convert to her opinions; and Reuben was now destined to sustain the fervour of her eloquence whenever she encountered him, in the hope that he might be persuaded to adopt her own peculiar tenets, since she had discovered that he was well affected ́ towards the friends of liberty and the

dwellers in Zion.

A few nights after their interview in the kitchen, he again found himself tête-à-tête with her in the same place, when she expressed her regret, but with a gentle sorrow rather than in

anger, that she could not point out to his attention a particular passage in the Scriptures, confirmatory of her own views, because some of her fellow-servants had hidden her Bible. Reuben declared he had one up-stairs, which he would willingly lend her, and he accordingly brought down that which had been delivered to him on the field of battle at Sedgemoor. No sooner had he placed it in her hands than she uttered a faint shuddering cry, the colour rushed to her cheeks, and as instantly forsook them; she kissed the book repeatedly in a kind of transport, and exclaimed in an agitated voice, "It is! it is! it is my brother's Bible! the Bible of my beloved brother Joel! We heard that he was among the slaughtered saints, and now indeed do I know that he is dead; for he would never part with that holy book, my father's gift, while he had any hope of life." She paused for a moment, and then, as if a sudden conviction had flashed upon her mind, she fixed her piercing black eyes upon Reuben, held up her fore-finger, and continued, in a hurried whisper-" You were there; you have endured

harness as a good soldier of Jesus Christ! you were one of the army of the saints; one of the champions of the Lord! You have fought against the Amalekites and the Philistines; you have worn the helmet of salvation; you have borne the banner of the Protestant Prince; you smote with the sword at Sedgemoor!"

Abashed by her keen, searching eye, as well as at his being thus unexpectedly detected, Reuben stood for a few seconds irresolute what answer to make; but recollecting that he was more likely to secure an unflinching friend, than incur any risk of treachery by a simple confession of the truth, now indeed more than half discovered, he admitted her suspicions to be well founded, and related the circumstances under which the Bible had been entrusted to his custody, but without revealing his real name and station. During his statement of the valorous and even desperate energy with which her brother had fought, and of which he had for some time been an eye-witness, Grace seened to be inspired with the tale to which she lis tened: she clenched her hands; her lips were

firmly compressed; her eyes kindled fiercely; the colour mounted even to her forehead; her veins became distended; her usually meek countenance underwent a total transformation; and in the ebullience of her sympathy she could not refrain from interrupting his narrative by occasional exclamations of "The righteous are brave as a lion! The righteous are brave as a lion! Oh, noble Joel!" But when Reuben, in obedience to her strict injunctions to be minute, described her brother lying upon the ground, pierced with wounds, singing psalms, encouraging his comrades, and with his last breath desiring that his Bible might be delivered to his father, with a declaration that he had done his duty, Grace, melting into tenderness and sorrow, sank into a chair, her relaxed hands were crossed over one another, the tears poured upon them in an uninterrupted stream, she sobbed bitterly, and seemed to be almost choked with the violence of her emotions. Thus she remained for some time, totally deaf and insensible to the consolations that Reuben suggested, until, starting from her seat, and

throwing herself suddenly upon her knees, while her countenance was animated with a recovered firmness, she poured forth a passionate prayer, imploring the Lord to avenge his slaughtered saints, to build up a new Zion with their blood, and confound the impious politics of the crowned Absalom, who had falsely set himself up for a king in Israel. In this strain she prayed uninterruptedly, and at considerable length; and then rising from her kneeling posture, walked out of the room, without taking any further notice of Reuben.